I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

How many of these Christmas myths did you assume were from the Bible?
Does mainstream schooling model bring out the worst in teen-agers?
When people push inner buttons, it’s easy to spiral down into dark
If you don’t feel overwhelmed, you just aren’t paying attention
Confirmation bias means most of us assume our opponents are ‘morans’
The egalitarian lie: Every group has leaders, even Occupy Wall Street
As our heroes grow old and die, it’s a reminder of our mortality